A Big Boy

I had to blog this one before I forgot... Max was pretty sick over the weekend, but as sick as he gets, he doesn't lose his sense of humor. (I remember oh so clearly when they had to stick an IV in his hand, and then covered it all up with a diaper so he couldn't pull it out... he was so upset that his hand was missing, he forgot temporarily of his uncomfortable illness) Anyway, I was hugging him and comforting him and said something like, "oh my baby, I am sorry you feel so bad!" And in his sweet, sick voice he whispered, "I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy." Yes, yes, you are:)